Jiang Li was honest and generous by nature, and suddenly rushed out of the guest room of the City Lord's Mansion, and when he came to the conference hall, he saw the melancholy face of King Zhantan.

"Uncle, this, I'm so bored, I wonder if there is anything fun in Zhan Tan City?"

King Zhan Tan had a smile on his face, looking very kind, and said: "Of course there are many fun places, where is there a martial arts training ground in Dongcheng, I think it should be suitable for you." ”

Jiang Li likes to fight the most, and King Zhantan doesn't know how. Seeing him run out of the City Lord's Mansion, he shouted again: "Virtuous nephew, tomorrow we will have an internal selection competition in Jizhou, you have to come and see!"

Jiang Li said yes and disappeared without a trace.

What an idiot, how could the barbarian patriarch have such a son, but this is fine, is it easy to control?

Suddenly, a soldier came to report that the members of the Lu Que clan who participated in the selection competition had arrived in Zhantan City and asked to enter the city.

King Zhantan frowned. In addition to the Zhantan royal family, there are two big tribes left in Jizhou, one is the Tiger Clan, and the other is the Luque Clan. The Lu Que tribe naturally cannot be compared with the Zhantan tribe, but the strength is not bad, slightly inferior to the Tiger Clan.

What made King Zhan Tan wonder was, when would this Lu Que dare to come to the tryouts, and what would be their purpose?

"Let them enter the city, have a distance from the tiger clan, and don't let them have any contact!"

He was just suspicious, worried that Lu Que had reached some conspiracy with the Tiger Clan!

King Zhantan had already shifted his suspicious attention to the Tiger Clan, so all the soldiers on the periphery of the Little Prince's Mansion were also withdrawn, and the Zixuan Sect was given freedom. However, he couldn't leave Zhantan City.

Mo Wuxian was planning how to find some advantage in this chaos. There was definitely no chance to stay in the Little Prince's Mansion, so he pretended to be idle and went to the streets to relax.

From afar, I saw a chaotic scene. Among them, a bald head made his eyes shine, who is it not Jiang Li?

At this time, Jiang Li's situation did not seem to be good, he was surrounded by a group of people, and there were three people besieging him.

Mo Wuxian looked into the distance, identifying where this group of people came from. There were 100 people in this group, all dressed in cyan linen shirts, and at a glance they knew that they were not from the Zhantan tribe. Some of them were applauding, some were shouting to beat the bastard to death, and some were sneaking up on Jiang Li from time to time. In short, this group of people is not a good thing at first glance, their behavior is shameless and sinister!

Jiang Li is the little brother he accepted, although it was also because of curiosity at the time, because of Jiang Li's identity, but since he is his little brother, there is no reason to watch being bullied!

He didn't choose to intervene directly, but was still waiting, at least for the time being, Jiang Li would not be in much danger. He was watching the strong of the group. What surprised him was that there were four Martial Saints in this group of people, three of whom were besieging Jiang Li, and one was watching the battle, and they even attacked from time to time.

Among this group of people, there was a young man who was particularly obvious, he was dressed in silk and satin, and his jade face was handsome, and at a glance he knew that Lu Dao was a noble son of the big tribe.

The young man just watched with his hands down, and the others were very respectful, and at a glance, they knew that this young man was the head of this group of people.

Mo Wuxian was puzzled.

Regarding the matter of the tryouts, it is now a hot topic in the whole city, and Mo Wuxian naturally knows about it. He was wondering which tribe was this? Could it be that he was here for the tryouts?

He stepped forward, and before he could get close to the group of people, a group of people stepped forward and stopped him at once, and one of them proudly said: "Martial law is here, please find another way!"

Mo Wuxian sneered and said, "This is Zhantan City, the territory of the Zhantan tribe, if you want to say martial law, only they have this qualification, what are you?"

As soon as his words came out, everyone looked over and stared at him with an idiot expression.

The man snorted coldly: "If you are in the Lu Que Clan, with your words, you can make you die a hundred times, and it's still too late to get out of the Lu now!"

Obviously, they looked at Mo Wuxie's decoration and concluded that Mo Wuxian was not from the Zhantan tribe, so he was so presumptuous.

Mo Wuxian couldn't help but feel a little warm, are these guys so arrogant that they think they are the kings of heaven?

At this time, the martial saint who was watching the battle walked past everyone and walked to the front to stare at Mo Wuxie, took out the ghost head knife he was carrying, and sneered: "You are from the Zixuan Sect, right? Maybe others are afraid of your Zixuan Sect, but our Lu Que Clan is not afraid, hurry up and get out, otherwise, you will become the soul of my sword!"

No matter how good Mo Wuxian's temper was, he was furious at this time, and the Juque Sword was quickly taken out from his back, and he slashed at this martial saint with a sword, and at the same time shouted: "You are a bird!"

This sword is as heavy as Mount Tai, the attack swordsmanship of the Zixuan Sect!

He didn't release the sword qi, but hid all the sword qi in the Juque Sword, and urged the blue crystal, so the blue light of his Juque Sword was extremely dazzling at this time.

Mo Wuxian said that he would do it, which made this martial saint slightly stunned, and then pulled out the ghost head knife and slashed it.

With a bang, Mo Wuxie's body shook slightly, and the invincible Martial Saint flew out upside down like a cannonball, crashing into the people of the Lu Que Clan and crashing into the dueling arena surrounded by the Lu Que Clan.

Everyone stopped, and they all looked at Mo Wuxian in shock, but their eyes were full of killing intent!

Jiang Li also looked at Mo Wuxian in a daze, originally, he was beaten by three guys and had no power to resist, coupled with the sneak attack of some obscene guys, which made him miserable and scolded constantly. At this time, when he saw this scene, his face was shocked, as if he had seen the God of War reappear!

Mo Wuxian sneered and said, "Are you still clamoring for this coward, let Lao Tzu change his route?"

The martial saint who was blasted out by his sword got up in embarrassment, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was pale, and he was finally scared and looked at the young man.

The young man didn't care about Jiang Li, but crossed the crowd, came to the front and looked at Mo Wuxian, and said with a smile: "I admire your courage very much, well, it's not on par with that bald stupid hat, it's all stupid hat type!

His arrogant words revealed his identity, and Mo Wuxian immediately determined that this guy was the son of the patriarch of the Lu Que clan, and he should have passed the coming-of-age ceremony, otherwise, there would not be such a great power and lawlessness!

He glanced at the giant sword in his hand indifferently, and then looked at Jiang Li, who was stunned, and said, "You kid is not dead, are you?"

Jiang Li touched his bald head in embarrassment and smirked: "I'm sorry, you are too powerful, it reminds me of my boss!"

Mo Wuxian asked suspiciously, "Who is your boss?"

Jiang Li thought for a while and said: "It seems that I don't know Lu Dao's name, I met him in the Apocalypse Mountain Range, he said to accept me as a junior brother, and said that he would come to the barbarians to find me, but many days have passed, and I don't know why Lu Dao hasn't come to me yet!"

Mo Wuxian suddenly smiled slightly, isn't this guy's boss himself? It's a pity that you don't recognize me, but I recognize you!

They continued to talk, and they had already left the people of the Lu Que tribe aside, which made the young man's face suddenly gloomy, and shouted: "Slaughter the two bastards for Lao Tzu!"